Whispers from the Grave

Previously

…Thea’s breath hitched. His words were a dangerous promise, a seductive temptation. She felt the pull, the undeniable magnetic force drawing her towards him, towards the power he offered, towards the ancient, tormented heart that beat within his spectral chest. It was a dance on the edge of an abyss, a step towards darkness, a step towards a love that was both forbidden and utterly consuming. The scent of ancient dust and something wild, like blooming nightshade, filled her senses. She was a moth, drawn to a flame, and the sorcerer’s claim was a whisper that promised to ignite her soul, for better or for worse.